Unchanged.

I’ve had my dark moments
My grey skies behind black clouds;
Walking lonely ways in a large crowd
But like forcing against crushing waves
I waded through them all
And still I stand, still I remain.

Humid seasons have changed
And wild beasts have been tamed
But if you asked me who I am
I would still say my name

For even after all the years
and all the things that have changed
There’s still a part of me
that still remains.

There's the gentle giant
caged within frail and fragile bones
Who wields my arm
and shined the light
The countless nights
when dusk sought to overcome.

Me and My Girls - last christmas

These little angels He sent my way the past Holiday...and I learnt a thing or two about fatherhood :)


sMothering Fathering...


Me and kena


Quick one with Mikayla


being Daddy to little girls on holidays, sometimes you have to stay up late at night watching Gnomeo and Juliet, until they fall asleep on you...


My Mikayla

You rescued me - Orignal

I will go to sleep with God tonight
and ask that He hold me tight
That He share my pillow; drench my fears
and send my pain vanishing in high billows.

I will go to sleep with God tonight;
my nerves strumming pleasant melodies
His gentle voice whispering hopeful stories,
drifting me slowly to sleep
with the birth of a new dream,
A new dream that begins
And ends with him.

between the lines

Sometimes when I say that I am fine
Do you read between the lines?
Can you see beyond my smiles
The tears I fight and hold
from welling in my bleary eyes?


And sometimes when I fall
I look around the rough
And I find reasons to smoothly sail on
With a pleasant chuckle that I share
That masks the sounds of crooked melody
Strummed by the broken pieces of chord strings in my gut

For there is a loneliness
I feel in their hugs
With a purpose that thrusts
When they tug



For if you listened hard enough
You just might hear where
and how they want to be loved;

in the gentle sounds within their echoes;
the innocent growl in their aggression
that beckons for just a little affection;
Too weary of our neglect and rejection.

But Sometimes I say that I am fine
When I’m only really trying to hold on to
What could have been mine.

And if you read between the lines
You would see with me
The many blessings they long for
That already rest as thine.

The night I went to sleep.

Despite the blistering cold that plagued the night
I swam in an ocean of my own sweat
Forcefully wading to shore
against drenching strong waves

The night was long;
my dreams were lofty
High on mountain peaks
that appeared hard to climb

I ran but fell;
my legs grew weak.

There was a city of gold
my eyes could behold
Far up the hills
I could reach if I be bold

I wailed at the mighty torrential wind
reaching forth to pull me out and away
The moon changed into sun,
and the sun became the moon
The clouds in the sky were shaded in gray.

That night I went to sleep a boy
and woke up a man
A new man, chief of a clan
with a scar to the face
That was faded in a tan

But the morning was fresh
and the leaves green
The city of gold my eyes beheld,
It’s treasures foretold
my hands have gleaned.

Finding balance

I have realized just how bad technology has taken away the meaningful relationships I once enjoyed. Today I traveled on a bus ride with a friend who sat right next to me for over an hour. While we journeyed, we talked and laughed. And When it was time to be silent, we became. The moments we shared were simple, and they were real.

Recently I decided to take a break from facebooking. And even though I have only been away from it for a week, it feels like a life time. I felt the urge many a time to go back and reactivate my account; to reconnect with the ones who have helped to keep me in touch with the happenings across the globe these many months I have been away from home. I miss that. Already.

Yet, as much as I like to occasionally indulge in the easy accessibility of modern innovation and the expediency with which its pleasures can be gratified, I also happen to be a lamp in the woods, book on a pillow kind of guy. And occasionally I find comfort when I immerse my thoughts in the shadows that pool on the floor and walls of my still candle lit room.

Having thought through these, I guess it is a state of constant confusion we most often find ourselves reveling in. For in trying to chase one thing we most often end up losing another; and the little line that marks the point of balance becomes blurred by the illusions we create - sometimes out of a hope we have built on a false foundation. Sometimes we taper off, sometimes we fall.

Confused is where I was. Now I'm just trying to find my balance. I can't live with losing that.